Chapter 22 Surprise

The confused ladder to the sky is like an ancient and immortal existence that mocks the world, simple and atmospheric, like a desolate ancient road.

Above the clouds, several beautiful colorful birds, elegantly danced high in high altitude, raised their thin beaks, and turned back from time to time, showing a humanized expression and lovely appearance.

The colorful clouds flying around leisurely, watching the rise and fall of the tide, the flowers blooming, the vicissitudes of the world, the changes of the world, and a group of teenagers who are deposed under their feet.

With the shout of Nalan Zhouyi, five more children watched Nalan Zhouyi slowly step on the ladder of the fairy road, gradually showing a firm look and walking forward step by step.

Nalan Zhouyi, who had just set foot on the road of kowtowing immortality, turned around and looked at the five people who were walking. He was disappointed but relieved and smiled slightly.

"Hey! Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and everything is regarded as a dog. In this ruthless vendation world, if you are willing to be mediocre and not want to make progress, why don't you waste this good skin!" His eyes were shining, staring at the ladder to heaven in front of him, and muttered firmly.

In the unknown space in the void, Xingzun sat quietly cross-legged, the ancient well was silent, his white beard, his roots fluttered in the breeze, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Zhou Yi, good disciple, your soul is really weird. A little boy actually knows more than ordinary people. Are you just a little boy? Isn't it an old monster? Rejuvenate your mind like a demon. It seems that God treats me well and gives me such an excellent apprentice. Haha, it's really hard-hearted! Haha....." Xing Zun's voice sounded in his mind again, which scared Nalan Zhouyi. At this time, he unconsciously rolled his eyes when he heard the words.

"Yes, master, are you very happy? Are you very proud? Did you teach me the true interpretation of the awesome star? Is it time to fulfill your responsibilities?" While climbing the ladder under his feet, he chattered to the figure in his mind, and the more he talked, the more angry he became.

Xingzun smiled awkwardly and made his own classic movements, moving his flowing beard.

"Cough... Don't worry, don't worry, Zhou Yi, you have to calm down. If you want Mount Tai collapses in front of you without changing your face, the master will not hurt you. You are the pride of the master, hope... This... it's not time..."

"Cut! Really? When is the right time? The speechless Nalan Zhouyi gritted his teeth and stepped heavily on the ladder, venting his inner complaints.

"Ha, don't worry..."

"Well..."

Knock on the fairy road, step by step, and walk against the sky.

Things changed, and in a blink of an eye, the sun sank in the west, the moon rose into the sky, and the glory was scattered on the road to knock on the immortals. Gradually, the mood became quiet. Looking at the sky like afar, the golden city of the golden sky couldn't help but rippled.

The confused, the sound of the road from time to time, resounds through the heart, and the tired body seems to be full of strength every time. Rejuvenate the potential hidden in the body and touch the machine again.

The old man is determined to be thousands of miles away. Although the turtle is long-lived, there is still a time.

It's another day to return.

Nalan Zhouyi chattered as he walked.

"Damn it, what the hell is this? I can see it and touch it. It won't be a mirage, right? Strange, do you have to exhaust people to death to get on this path of kowtow to immortality and kowtow to immortality... Knock on the fairy road...heart..."

The girl gradually couldn't stand it, and finally lay weakly on the road of tapping the immortals, pale and weakly facing the dark teenager behind her.

"Brother, I can't do it. I'm afraid I can't climb. Brother, you have to work hard and climb there... Be sure to step into the fairy gate... Even if it's for me... Continue...complete my dream..." Nalan Ying's heavy exhalation slowly sank, trying to stretch out her right hand, pointing to the city of Tiangong, which is still faintly visible, and stared hard, and her eyes gradually dim.

"Sister...sister...you're fine, it's okay... It will be fine..." The teenager stopped crying, wiped his tears, clenched his fist firmly at the city of the sky in the distance, turned around and lifted Nalan Ying's body and gently put it on his back.

"Sister, don't worry, your brother Nalancheng swears that I will definitely step on the ladder and take you on the road of immortality. Wait, I will, definitely..."

Nalancheng walked hard step by step, and his sweat blurred his vision. He looked at the towering palace in front of him and shook unconsciously. Then he fell down. I don't know.

On the third day, there were fewer and fewer people on the road of knocking immortals. One after another, they were lost on the ethereal road of knocking immortals. As one by one fell, a yellow light flashed, and the figure disappeared without a trace.

On the fifth day, Nalan Zhouyi, according to Xingzun's instructions, walked while immersed in the unique learning of the family, Qingfeng helped the sword record! According to the route pointed by Xingzun, the operation of Zhenqi. Although this is not a qualified master, it is not called Nalan Zhouyi Xingsu Zhensu Zhenju, but it refers to the Qingfeng Fujian Record and some methods of Zhenqi circulation. It is still a piece of cake. Nalan Zhouyi's sense has progressed rapidly, and Qingfeng Fujian Record has been practiced to the seventh floor - Jianming. Nalan Yuye has only been cultivated to this level.

Qingfeng Fujian Record is divided into ten layers: breeze, wind, wind and clouds, clouds, sun and moon, moon, sword ringing, ten thousand swords, shadow sword, heart sword.

Nalan Zhouyi, walking tirelessly step by step, immersed in the method of spiritual acupuncture points. Whenever the moonlight pours down, he will see the light of Nalan Zhouyi's body, which slowly penetrates into the smooth skin.

The depths of the city of the sky.

A door suddenly opened, and a group of people came into the hall, as well as a group of half-year-old children, looking around confusedly and blinking.

On the empty seat, a figure slowly changed from blur to substance, strangely like a vague face several centuries apart, which could not be seen clearly. Sitting there, an invisible momentum spewed out, which was an unconscious sense of submission.

Sitting down, two rows of respectful figures stood on both sides, and the important figures in the missing door were quietly looking at the suzerain.

"I've met the suzerain! I've met all the uncles!" Kneeling, the group of teenagers had already fallen down and completely surrendered to this hegemony.

The familiar female voice was exactly the Yueyun that Nalan Zhouyi had seen. At this time, she knelt in the main hall with a respectful face.

"Hehe, it's Yueyun. You did a good job this time! These children are all good-hearted people. If they get into the door wall, they will definitely solve the problem of the withering of the disciples in the door. Hey! ...Everyone knows that now the young generation in the door is in a mess. I don't know what solution everyone has now?

Discussing each other for a while, not a beautiful young man stood up.

"In my opinion, the patriarch can let more elders walk in the secular world, one can exercise their minds, and the other can choose disciples for themselves, get into the door wall, and teach mantles. What do you think?" After saying that, he bowed his head and walked back to his place respectfully.

"This method is good, self-sufficient..." A voice said excitedly.

"Yes, don't worry about finding a good disciple..."

"This method is good, but you can't keep looking for it outside. My generation is to cultivate immortals, and cultivation is the most important..." The dissatisfied voice frowned.

"Hmm?" The suzerain on the main seat, with a muffled hum, stopped the noisy crowd.

"It's so good. Each elder of the Jindan period can receive a minimum of six disciples. The more the better. The whole sect will be notified immediately. Within three years, this task must be completed. That's it!"

"Yes, suzerain."

"This time, Yueyun, you have made great achievements and added the young vitality of dozens of people to the sect. I will always be greatly rewarded. You are already at the peak of the later stage of foundation building, and you can immediately form a golden elixir. You will be rewarded with a golden sword of this golden elixir and accompany you to advance the golden elixir. After experiencing the baptism of small disaster, your power will rise to a higher level. " The patriarch smiled softly, raised the palm of his hand, and a flying sword suddenly came out, shining glass, making a sound, and was unwilling to sink into an excellent sword. This sword is called Green Frost! Don't make it dusty."

"Thank you, patriarch. The disciple must do his best. The sword is in the man, and the sword forgets the death. He took the blue frost and stroked the body of the sword with both hands, and there were bursts of ** sounds of joy.

"Okay, elders, please introduce yourself, let this group of new disciples understand, and let them worship their teachers according to their own hobbies."

"But..." Yueyun stopped talking.

"What's wrong? If you have any questions, just let me know."

"Yes, the suzerain, and there is another person who is still climbing the fairy road."

Hearing the words, there were all the hall, and they all stared at Yueyun in disbelief. This group of disciples, but every elder Jindan yearned for and paid attention to it. When they arrived at the ground, they were all very clear. Now it was the sixth day. There were still people climbing the fairy road. Their physique was also very good, and their heart. After such a long test, what a firm psychological quality. One by one, they stared at the big bean eyes and stared at the talking moon cloud, as if looking at a plate of curiosity.

"What?!"